God beamed you a delicate gift
one of a kind for sure
told you to take of it well
make sure it didn't break
So you put it in this box
and you gave it lots of love
well it turned to stone.
you weren't really watchin it
And as you picked it up
it's frozen in morbid grief
rigor mortis has no exceptions
now it's sand through your fingers
All that's left is those grains
You're puttin them back in your box
Hoping they'll grow a little
Tough luck sonny. I'm all through.
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more simple minded then your others....that's meant as a good thing though....it's good to be simple minded sometimes only sometimes though lol
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ah... very good.. i like it.. i mean its like you can take it a few ways... but this is like you have to decipher(sp) what you or everyone else may mean. i like it. mads your smart.. luv ya!
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